[Hook: Johnny Farmer]
I got a letter this morning
This is the way my letter read
I got a letter this morning...
[Verse 1: KO-JO Cue]
Dear Treb, it's been long since I seen you
And as good as your life dey, I still wouldn't wanna be you
Me I dey the hood still dealing with the evils
Living everyday like my last cause I know there's no sequel
But e hard though
With no way out den fire my big bro so e go cape now
E lef me den Jam dems, everyday problems
Blurr en girl preg, wey we deɛ we dey laugh dem
You know as funny as it sounds, its hard being on the ground
Only way is what you found
School in another town, another continent Kwaku
Me ka me maame nan sɛ me nya London visa paa
Annhwɛ a na m'aboro awu
Adwendwen no nti nansa yi boys ne reboro
Apio ne alomo naa enti boys retro
You know it's hard to raise a child as a woman
Absentee fathers come chaw nti small boys resoro
Anyway, if you dey chill, you for kae your brother
Den times den you dey chop the gari n beans I order
Den you no get room wey you dey bed for my corner
Joe kae o, na western union hwɛ me nkɔɔ hɔ da
Wo deɛ moneygram mpo a, nka me nkasa
Anaasɛ me mfata? Me se me nya ship mu koraa anka m'alata
Na m'akɔ Libya, w'ayɛ yie a kae wo nua
Na me rebrɛ, truly yours, KO-JO Cue, hit me up, one!
[Hook: Johnny Farmer]
[Verse 2: Trebla]
Ɛyɛ asɛm oh, hmph, see
Dear KO-JO, mixed feelings as I read your letter
You know I come London hoping life go be better?
Onua yɛkyin da, wo kae from Alata to Keta?
So say we go get some money and buy mummy some Jetta?
They say its green gra** on the other side but its a no
They fail to forget, the other side is not our home
And faith is all I hold, wo nua bɛyi wo ama
Hwɛ fake is all they know but we face it on the road
We dey study by the day, we dey work by the night
Ɛno koraa obi papers koo, ɔbɛgye neho tithe
Me reka yi bills nso da hɔ, aduane, water ne light
No loose corners my guy, everywhere make tight
Yɛse tete wɔ bi nim a, huh, tete wɔ bi kyerɛ
Now you know, go share the gospel, yɛn nyinaa yɛ rebrɛ
But I understand the grounds though
Attached to this letter, money, 100 pounds dough
But don't let these hoes blow
And also, absentee father, tell BluRR he shouldn't be one
Abortion thoughts go dey come in head, it shouldn't be done
As we dey grow it comes with responsibilities
We took flights, now we no more millipedes
And tell Peewee say I no forget am
Weed no deɛ ɔnsusu nnom, Jack, e go hurt am
I finish cla** where I write this, no rest chale
Working shift dey start six, I for lef
All the best, Trebla, your guy
[Hook: Johnny Farmer]
[Verse 3: KO-JO Cue]
Dear Treb, neɛ wo kaa no wɔ letter no mu nyinaa me te ase
100 no nso me nsa aka, M'ayi ne sharp, me daase
No go blow am on the hoes, mmaapɛ deɛ m'agyae
Nansa yi Supabet na ɛreku me, last week no kae
Anka me redi 5000 me nua, Arsenal na sɛee me bet
Giroud nkwasea header, Wenger nso nni reserve striker
Anyway, hwɛ na w'ampa aba, kɔ school wie
Mfa wo ho mmɔ akatafoɔ, jack wo nim wo fie
Ɛyɛ den, nso nyame wɔ mu, gye di ɛbɛyɛ yie
Blurr nso m'atu no fo, me gyedi sɛ ɔbɛtie
Peewee agyae hye, ɔyɛ pastor, aka asɔre a obɛbue
Me deɛ, me nenam mu, ɔbra de m'aduru akyire
Barima bɛyɛɛ bi me nua, na w'ammɛyɛ ne nyinaa
Nti me nim sɛ small small sɛ ɛhan bi pue a
Mɛtoa wo wɔ London but till then best wishes
Signed and sealed, KO-JO Cue, your friend, missing you